God Is Dead And I Am His

He Won't Be One Of Those Girlishly Pretty Men With Curly Gold Hair...he'll Be Dark, Dangerous, Too. Brave, Certainly, But Not Without Flaws. I Like My Heroes Human.

Because When You Hate Something, You Stop Doing It.

Why?” He Tilted His Head. “that’s A Tricky One. Could It Be Your Serenity, Your Quiet Manner, Your Flawless Fashion Sense?” It Did His Heart Good To See Her Quick, Amused Grin. “no, I Must Be Thinking Of Someone Else. It Must Be Your Courage, Your Absolute Dedication To Balancing Scales, That Restless Mind, And That Sweet Corner Of Your Heart That Pushes You To Care So Much About So Many.” “that’s Not Me.” “oh, But It Is You, Darling Eve.

"do Little Pink Fairies Sing And Dance In Your World, Peabody?" "sometimes, When It's Very Quiet And No One Else Can See."

Sometimes It’s All You Can Do,” He Murmured. “fight Back; Run Wild, Until You Get It All Out.” “sometimes There Is Nothing To Fight And Nowhere To Run.